The Sword Dynasty

"We are going to take a look there."

Ding Ning thought for a moment, then said to Qing Yao Yin in the saddle beside Teng Snake.

Following the direction pointed by Ding Ning's finger, Qing Yao froze.

"Near Qiyun Mountain?" he asked Ding Ning with some uncertainty.

That place was not in Chu State or Qin territory, not even on their route to Jiaodong County, but in the territory of Daqi Dynasty.

Although at this time it is within sight, it is not only a waste of time to fold from that place to Jiaodong County at a long distance, but because of the alliance between the Daqi Dynasty and Zheng Xiu, it is very likely that some unpredictable accident.

"What's there?" Chang Sun Qianxue asked Ding Ning, looking at the strange expression.

"There is a sect that uses a rune stone method. It is good at using some powders of flint and thunder stone to ignite thunder fire, but the true elemental skills are average, too dependent on foreign objects, and it is very common to fight the enemy. Coupled with the fact that these Fulu have some natural restraint on the evil spirits and ghosts, they are excluded from discrimination in Qi territory. Over time, the disciples of this sect are not much in the eyes of many Qi people and even those who are supposed to catch ghosts and drive evil. difference."

Ding Ning looked at her and explained, "At that time I studied the methods of practice in various dynasties, but I happened to have touched several Lei Fu of this sect. At that time, I thought that the Lei Fu of this sect was actually very powerful. As a result of the powerful Zhenyuan exercises, the power of the thunderfire rungs made by them will increase tens of times or even more than a hundred times. Later, I really took some time to understand and let me find a suitable exercise."

Hearing this, let alone Chang Sun Qingxue and Qing Yaoyin, even the first heart of the ram, who didn't know much about him before, reacted.

I thought that even though I had found the right sect practice, but still had no action in the future, Wang Jingmeng had already experienced the change of Changling and fell in Changling.

"Thunder liquid is really igniting, the secret method of the town of Zhaodi Fire Shrine. The method of this sect of Daqi is very peculiar. The true elemental practice must be combined with thunder and fire, and the true element can be perfectly transformed in the fire. That’s right. I spent a lot of effort to get this skill of the Vulcan Palace. After a few changes, it should be extremely suitable for the Qidi sect, but I have encountered great changes before I have time to contact this sect."

Ding Ning didn't hide it. During this slowly telling, his state of mind also calmed down completely. "It has been a long time for more than ten years, especially for a period of time. I can't do anything at all. What I worry about most is the fear of some vital things. , So I always remind myself that in addition to some spiritual experience, I also made mistakes in previous spiritual practice, so that in the process of re-cultivating, my realm will become more perfect. In addition, What I have to remember is also some important cultivation practices I have seen, including those of my opponents and methods of fighting against the enemy."

"There was a time when I thought Lin boiled wine and they were all dead. So if I want to take revenge, all I can rely on is my experience in spiritual practice and those powerful sword scriptures."

"Previously, I thought that as long as I returned to the Seven Realms, it would be difficult for anyone to kill me, at least I can escape if I lose, as long as I can remember these things, I can choose someone to teach and rebuild a Bashan sword field. ."

Ding Ning laughed lightly, "Yet Wuwu broke through the eight realms, goodbye the night owl's killing team, but now it's not that simple to think about."

At the beginning of the ram's heart, his hands shook slightly.

Although he is the most outstanding person among the younger generation among the Rams, his intellectual insight is naturally extraordinary, but Ding Ning's identity is where every word he says is just beyond the world of this practitioner, but he takes it for granted.

Now he naturally understands that with the help of Lin Zhuojiu and others, Ding Ningru carries the secrets of the Bashan Sword Field and many training sites. It is relatively simple to preach the sermons, but the kind of shocking waves contained in Ding Ning's calm words, but still let His heart was shaking.

The appearance of Ding Ning actually looks almost the same as his age. However, the longer he has been in contact with Ding Ning, the more he naturally ignores it in his heart, and the deeper his respect for Ding Ning.

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There is Taoism in the mountains.

The Taoist temple is very small and somewhat ruined. Although there are flowers and trees, no one rests, and there is a wild nature of wanton behavior.

There is a plaque above the door of Taoist temple, the paint color is mottled, and even the original gold-plated characters are about to be seen. It is necessary to carefully figure out the four words of Thunderfire Taoist Temple.

There is only one middle-aged Taoist in this Taoist temple.

This middle-aged Daoist has a thin figure and a pale face. The yellow coarse robe on his body is also washed white. It is obvious that although life is simple, it is not easy, but his expression is dignified. Not only is the robe on his body worn out The mouth has been meticulously sewed, and even the body is very clean, the hair is well-organized, and there is no dirt in the nails.

Therefore, even when he was carrying water in front of a well in Taoist temple to do such a clumsy job as watering the vegetable garden, he gave a special sense of restraint.

Suddenly, this middle-aged Taoist heard some wind and thunder.

He raised his head strangely.

When he raised his head, the entire Taoist temple was already shrouded in huge shadows.

His eyes were violently zoomed, and the robe on his body was soaked with water vapor instantly.

Feeling the strong energy fluctuation, looking at the rock-thick scale armor that exuded in the cloud, his fingers froze slightly and loosened several lines of red runes in his sleeve that had started to heat up. The moment he came down, he even relaxed, just waiting silently.

"I don’t know if it’s the same ancestor that year, or if you know some things that happened outside recently. If the ancestor of that year, I wrote a few months before Daqin Yuanwu took the throne. Letter here."

Feng Lei is still in the sky, but a voice has already sounded on his side.

The middle-aged Taoist turned his head subconsciously along the voice. Ding Ning's figure had just appeared in his vision, and he thought of some thrilling things because of the voice.He took a deep breath and bowed deeply without any hesitation. The stiff fingers in his sleeves reached into his sleeves, and he took out a yellowed cowhide letter.

"If you believe, you will come to Changling."

Ding Ning said this calmly.

That was the last sentence on this old letter.

"My esteemed Master Wenling passed away before Changling, a regret of a lifetime." The middle-aged Taoist couldn't stand down, his voice trembling slightly.

Ding Ning nodded and said, "Since that is the case, I will go to Jiaodong County and you will follow me."

The middle-aged Taoist got up and prayed again, and his eyes gradually faded. He said, "I believe in ghosts and spirits, and let me go to the priesthood to incense incense and inform this matter."